Synchronicity

The clock moves forward
Strikes of code
Cyphers tales of
Old foretold

The carpets young their
Fringes meet
Who can tell which
Binds will keep

The scarab at the
Window taps
Chance of many
Ordained acts

Maybe it's too neat
Self conceit
To seek patterns
In noise-sea

The roaring lion
Is different
At his time I
Wait for him